My St. Patricks Day is Halloween. While it has been over 40 years since the heyday of my "Trick or Treating" days, I still remember the fine aroma of a pillow case filled with everything from Baby Ruths to Turkish Taffy.
As I became an adult, and I use the term loosely, I was shameless at distracting Halloween beggars so that I might snag a "fun-sized" Milky Way or even better a Snickers. I kept my stash in the freezer, my bank vault for my holiday cheer.
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